Under the vast, star-drenched sky, the world seemed to breathe slower atop the mountain. The only sound being the wind which blew in a soft and steady rhythm while the duo of Orphelia and Albedo sat atop the smooth volcanic stone, looking out into the Demonic Sea.
"I could stay here forever," she murmured, tracing idle shapes in the air using her Mana, "It's one of the few places in the world where I can solely focus on my magic,"
Albedo glanced down at her, resting his forearms on his knees. The wind stirred his platinum blonde hair as faint wisps of mana brushed past him like soft ribbons, "You really love it, don't you?"
"Magic?" She smiled faintly, eyes still fixed on the horizon. "It's everything. The world is built on it, yet no one really understands it in my opinion. We think we do, the Academies teach us about structure, casting formulas, all the pretty theories, but that's just surface-level. Magic is more like…"
